Saphath все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The host of voices weighed upon me, yet I endured
The heat of flaming crosses burned me, and I was mured
I grieve not for my sins that I am eager to embrace
I assume the aspect of the Beast away from Heaven’s grace

I ride upon the back of a mount from the depths of Hell
I quench my thirst with silver chalice filled from a bloody well
A serpent winds around my arm and whispers spells

The trees crossed their branches as if trying to reach each other,
Like children lost in darkness, scared and calling for their mother,
The spider webs stretch from trunk to trunk, from branch to branch,
And all the colors fade to white, even the brightest blanch…

There I stood, alone and cold,
Before the silence of this hold,
When I heard the voice that called inside the darkness of these woods…